10 reasons for reading books
- When I was probably eight years old, my father wanted me to read since I only wanted to play outside. He made me read for one hour every day (what torture I thought) until I started reading the book he had chosen for me "Onion John" by Joseph Krumgold. I will always remember this book. I give it and my father credit for the love of reading I now have
- Another favorite book of mine is "Secret Garden" by Frances Hodgson Burnett which I also read as a kid. When my father-in-law died in 1987, I bought the book to read again during that sad time in the North Carolina Smokey Mountains. It refreshed my love for the book and another memory to equate with it
- A friend recommended "Peace like a River" by Leif Enger for my husband to read. I got it from the library and since he was showing no interest in it, I decided to read it. That book, immediately after finishing it, went to the top of my list along with "Secret Garden". I have given it as gifts and recommended it to everyone I know that reads. Once visiting my parents, there it sat, that favorite book of mine "Peace like a River" in the corner along with all of the other "important" books. I was so excited that they had added it to their books, questioning it too since it was nowhere like the kind of books that either parent read. Found out that the author's mother is a childhood friend of my mother. What a small world-no really, what a small world, they're from North Dakota. That's a small world
- I remember reading "Christy" by Catherine Marshall and crying for the first time reading
- I remember also laughing out loud at books, having to read out loud to who ever was in the room (another flash back, my mom was in the kitchen when I was reading one time and I told her to listen to what I had just read, it was so funny. She told me to read it again tomorrow and if it was still as funny to me then I could read it to her. It was, I did), reading out loud to family members is a real pet peeve of theirs, right along with reading over one's shoulder-woo
- The Bible: What can I say. I find many of the Bible stories so moving, to tears, laughter, thoughts and knowing that they are true, yes "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16 I love reading and thinking... how wonderful, how lucky they were and woo that is scary. At VBS, the last day story was Acts 27:1-44 and I had mostly boys grades 5-7. I had asked everyday for one of the kids to read the Bible story and it was usually a girl who would read for me. On this day, I asked Ben, (who is one of the smartest kids I know, who, I think, loves to read the Bible and knows it so well) to read out loud. We usually read a few verses and then discuss it as suggested in the accompanying brochure. The story was so cool for these boys that they were almost fighting to read the next verses. You need to read the story especially from a 7th grade boy's view to see the great excitement they got from it. There was such an adventure and then of course the reason for the story, "trust in Jesus" Just how can one not read the Bible and find such inspiration and hope
- I love going to the library. Here where I live, we have the best library. I can go in and request a book and they will BUY it for me. Can you believe that? Just to show you, I went in two weeks ago and left them with a list to see if they could borrow them from another library in their system. I received a phone call and they had six books for me to read, ALL NEW. Yipes, I had better get busy. One of them I read immediately since the title looked so good. I have it quoted at the end. What a surprise to find such great witnessing in one of the many books I read and I was thrilled. Who would have thought? I hope I like them all, they are all different from the regular style of reading I do
- I love to go into Barnes and Noble or Borders or, where my parents live, Schuler Books. I feel sorry for those that don't get a kick out of shopping there. The smell of a book store alone is wonderful. It always inspires my sister to continue writing her book that she'’s working on.
- Picture books are wonderful too. Even if the subject matter is way over my head but the pictures are just spectacular, I will look at the book. Bird books are one of my favorite too. Birds are so beautiful with all of their unique markings, yes even sparrows. Books about space intrigue me. The picture in those are breath taking. Isn't it just amazing that we can send space ships up there to take pictures of planets that are soooooo far away? Wildflower books I can look at every time I fall upon them. These books are what bring me memories also. Looking through a telescope with my dad, on our honeymoon with all of the trillium in bloom everywhere we looked, traveling with my family along mirgrating bird paths-who would have thought I would have ever looked at that as a "good" memory, when at the time us kids thought it was stupid. "The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you the knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination." Elizabeth Hardwick
- Here's the quote from the book I mentioned in #7. Enjoy
Still Life with Chickens by Catherine Goldhammer
"Then I remembered that two days earlier, dropping my daughter off at this woman's house for the birthday party of her son, a large blonde stranger came up to my car and began talking about my dog, who was in the backseat with her head out the window. She said how blessed we were to have these creatures and that they were gifts from God. She said that she had put her dog down the previous Tuesday. As I began to offer my condolences, she interrupted me.'No, no," she said. 'It was so beautiful.' She said she had buried him in her front yard and that her neighbors-she had not planned this-came over and played clarinets.
'God is good,' she said. 'I am moving through God all the time. I am swimming in God,' she said, waving her arms.
'Do you know how I know?' she asked.
I didn't
'I know because the world is made of protons,' she said, 'and God is in every one of them. Every single one of them, and wherever I go...' She waved her arms in the swimming motion again.
She was bold and cheerful and brilliantly not just talking. She was walking the walk. She was spreading the news, and it didn't matter, not to me or to her, that I didn't believe what she did, or do what she did about it, or know at the time just what she was giving me that I would soon need."